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About New York City

Hmm… so, I’m slingin’ drinks, right? Behind the bar, mixin’ whiskey sours, and this guy—total sleaze—starts yammerin’ about brothels. Like, “Marge, you ever think ‘bout them ladies?” Ugh, made my skin crawl! I’m thinkin’, “What a schmuck,” but I lean in—nasal as hell—“Hmm… brothels, huh? Classy joint or total dump?” He laughs, I gag. Reminds me of *Inglourious Basterds*—ya know, that scene where Aldo’s like, “We’re in the killin’ Nazi business!”? Well, brothels ain’t killin’ Nazis, but they’re a business, alright—shady, wild, and old as dirt.

The rebirth of Phoenix

Then one night last week I had a terrible feeling I was meeting one of them. Dr. Jordan: Where? The butcher's? The baker's? Outside of Lucy Sorella's brothel?

Alright, so like, gotta sign off now, friend. Bellwood is chill, quirky, and epic. Like I said, "is mayonnaise an instrument?" and hey, sometimes I think, "maybe it is!" Catch ya later, and don't forget to vibe with the city. Peace out!

Linda Jenner - 2025 - Bellwood Ford Ustick Funeral Home